I've created this blog as a survival tool. I'm trying to become a writer, and I'll never succeed. What matters is the becoming.
I write poetry, prose, and short essays.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
I think I’m porous. That explains the rippling I feel somewhere inside my chest on the surface of my lungs or the heart, I’m not sure. That’s probably why I smell of black coffee at certain times during the day, maybe I need to add some milk.
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